Versuri FUNERAL - Vagrant God

No one could deem this an endYet there is no grave for you to tendThe feathers fell to dark intrigueA tell-tale praise
- a solemn needReconciled with torment fraughtSwallowed down the throat of noughtYour hands lay bleeding with regretThe
night when angels sorely weptThe manic sea of smothered criesRan in his blood, poured in his eyesYet the unrest would pine
awayIn solitude where death holds swaySo this is how credence declinesAll words come down and laughter pinesA vagrant god
released from debtDiscouraged yet - who will forget?Their failing stare - despondencyThe nature of his entityThe heartfelt
warmth of which they soughtTo brace comfort, he shelters notBlack rivers dug into the earthBearing out the human worthHe
owns no awe, no love to craveOnly his death would have them saved